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"So first, I say something I've never done, and if you have done it, you drink. And if you haven't, I drink. Then we switch." Beth explained. They were all sitting on the floor now, their respective jars set up on a milk crate in the centre of them. They must have been pretty loaded for Beth to convince them to play her little slumber party game. "You really don't know this game?"

"I never needed a game to get lit before." Daryl replied. Iris grinned, shaking her head. She'd played a couple times at parties as a joke, but it never lasted long.

"Wait, are we starting?" Beth asked, slurring a little.

"How do you know this game?" Iris asked, raising an eyebrow. If Hershel never allowed the girls to drink alcohol, they certainly wouldn't know any drinking games.

"My friends played. I watched." She replied quickly. Iris snorted. "Okay, I'll start. I've never shot a crossbow. So now you drink." Iris raised an eyebrow, taking a sip. Her first time using one was when she saved Daryl's ass after he fell into that creek and took his own arrow in the side.

"Ain't much of a game." Daryl muttered, taking a sip.

"That was a warm-up." Beth stated. "Now you go." He grunted. "Just say the first thing that pops into your head."

"I've never been out of Georgia." He said after a moment.

"Really? Good one." Beth replied, she and Iris taking a sip each. "Iris?"

"I've never had a biological sibling." She stated. They both made a face, drinking.

"Not fair." Beth muttered. "I've never been drunk and did something I regretted." She countered. Both adults took a drink.

"I've done a lot of things." Daryl stated. Iris snorted, shaking her head.

"Your turn." She said.

"I've never been on vacation." He said after a moment.

"What about camping?" Beth asked.

"No, that was just something I had to learn to hunt."

"Your dad teach you?"

"Mhm." He replied softly. Beth turned to Iris after taking a sip.

"Never?" She asked. Iris shook her head.

"Nah. We went out of state but that was always for... biker shit." She sighed, shaking her head. "I've never... been on a boat." Neither of them made to sip, and Iris frowned. "Damn." She took a sip herself.

"I've never been in jail." Beth stated with a smirk. "Like, as a prisoner." Daryl seemed to glower at her for a moment as she looked at him expectantly.

"Is that what you think of me?" He asked quietly.

"I didn't mean anything serious, I just thought, you know, like the drunk tank." Beth elaborated. "Even my dad got locked up for that back in the day." Iris took a sip herself. "Iris?"

"Stealing cars, boosting cars, joyriding..." She trailed off, grinning. "Street racing." Beth whistled, looking back at Daryl.

"Drink up." Daryl countered, frowning.

"Wait, prison guard. Were you a prison guard before?"

"No." Daryl grunted. He sloughed to his feet, sniffing. "Gonna take a piss." He emphasized his statement by slamming the jar on the ground, broken glass skidding. Iris jumped, looking up at him as he walked to the corner of the kitchen.

"You have to be quiet." Beth reminded, frowning.

"Can't hear you! I'm taking a piss!" He called loudly, adjusting his pants.